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It's you, my dear, who owns
this darkness that I carry,
I won't be casting stones,
I've burdened you the same.
You're burnt into my bones
until a dawn does bury
their ashes under stones,
time forgets all but name.
Our crowns and chains will rust
and they shall paint us sinners.
The living write the past
and we're both meant to fall
and reconcile as dust
in death that knows not winners,
only those who lose last,
answering the Stranger's call.
I am the monster, I'm your ghost,
when you are crying, I keep laughing.
I know you've earned this less than most,
but you know fate - it owes us nothing.
Oh, darling, you are not supposed
to answer queries with more queries,
to kneel in prayer, fists tight closed,
to ask a wife whose child she carries.
And the one who stands unopposed
is just the last one kept on standing,
so rise up to a final toast -
- such bitter wine, such bitter ending.